The Death Knell

While Fury was carrying out his plan, Su Ming was on vacation. After spending so many days in the ice and snow, he could rest for a few days before Howard calculated the required star data.

After he left New London alone, he first went to Vanaheim to have a meeting with Gullwig, and then returned to Earth to listen to what Gin said about Tony. The two of them had a meal and went hunting or something.

This time it was a bear that suffered the misfortune, and its fur turned into a mattress.

But just as the two of them were smoking cigarettes and counting the stars afterwards, Su Ming suddenly saw two comets heading towards each other in the sky. Then they seemed to have rubbed against each other and then changed their orbits. They crashed on the earth one after another, one heading south and the other heading south. East.

"No? Come again?"

The last time was a plane crash, and he got himself involved in Howard's bad things. This time it was more direct. The thing that was scratched just now was not a meteorite, but a spacecraft.

"What's wrong?" Gin hugged one of his arms.

"The alien spacecraft crashed on the earth. I'm thinking that we shouldn't kill bears next time. This may be the Bear Protection Association looking for trouble for me." Su Ming sighed, stood up and put on his armor. The two impact points looked like All in the United States.

She smiled and kissed him, got up and put on her clothes, put away the bear meat and mattress like last time, and put out the bonfire.

"You might as well go take a look. Maybe it's a collectible spaceship? I heard that all Sovereign spaceships are made of gold?"

"It's just a golden metal, not an alloy of gold. It's worthless."

Su Ming knew that she was talking about the small remote-controlled aircraft of the Sovereigns, but their aircraft were not valuable. The remote cockpit remote control technology was quite good, as well as their energy battery technology. Let's see if it can be used in the future. It can't be traded.

"Well, that's fine, but since aliens have crashed on the earth, you still have to go and have a look. After all, this is still our home."

Gin shrugged her shoulders, arranged her hair, and spread it over her shoulders. The evening breeze in the forest blew, and the tips of her hair trembled slightly.

Su Ming nodded. His thoughts had already shifted to whether the location of this holiday villa was unlucky: "I was planning to go, do you want to go play together?"

"No, recently Mysterio said that there might be a way to cure my sisters, so I need to be here. I'm really busy."

She shook her head and smiled sheepishly.

Su Ming hugged her and touched the top of her head: "Don't work too hard. If the mysterious guest's method doesn't work, we can still wait for the mages of the Sky Council to arrive. Many of them are bloggers who have lived for tens of thousands of years. scholar."

"I know, don't worry about me, it's time for you to set off to seize glory." Gin smiled and patted his chest, sending him out in the Asgardian custom.

But Su Ming shuddered and rubbed his arm: "Don't, don't do this. Glory makes my scalp numb. I prefer rewards that can be held in my hands than those illusory things. "

Gin rolled her eyes at him coquettishly. She had known it for a long time, but there was no need to have such a big reaction to a cold joke, right?

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Two light spots, one falling in the east, should be around New York City. The other fell to the west, probably somewhere in Colorado.

As long as something happens around New York, it will not be a trivial matter. Probably Ancient One also took a fancy to this and built the Holy of Holies there.

After ascending to outer space, Su Ming thought for a moment and decided to go west to pick up the more remote star.

There are many people in New York now, and there are all kinds of vigilantes. Let them explore the truth first, and Colorado is good, with the Rocky Mountains and a lot of game.

A few seconds later, like a ray of light, he found the crash site, a mountain valley that looked like reclaimed terraces. The Incas had terrace technology thousands of years ago, and people in Colorado, near Mexico, are now trying to grow crops on hillsides.

However, the United States is vast and sparsely populated, and there is plenty of better flat land. Those farming on hillsides are basically poor farmers who cannot afford better land.

Because it is not yet the harvest season, the wheat in the field has not yet headed, and now it looks green.

As expected, what crashed was a small fighter plane. It looked like a single-pilot space vehicle, and it looked a bit like a rebel-style four-wing aircraft in Star Wars.

The fire on the fighter plane has been extinguished, and the damage control system is still operating normally, making a buzzing sound and spraying some foam.

Su Ming fell down and knocked on the opaque cockpit window of the aircraft: "Sir, you are suspected of driving illegally. Please show me your driver's license."

"Traffic regulations are indeed needed in outer orbit." The cockpit of the aircraft slowly opened, revealing the person inside: "Someone actually hit me? Space pirates?"

The person who came was wearing a brown trench coat with a blue double-breasted jacket underneath, a ribbon on his chest, and a sword on his waist.

It turned out to be the current king of Sparta, Jason.

"You're seriously injured, tsk, why did you come to Earth? Did you come all the way to see me?"

Su Ming put away the scimitar with the hand hidden behind his back and dragged Jason out of the spaceship. Even though the Spartans were physically stronger than humans, having all their limbs cut off was still enough.

Jason gritted his teeth and made a hissing sound from time to time. The pain made him pale, but he was more relaxed when he saw the death knell.

He wanted to raise his arm, but he couldn't move it. He could only move his head to signal the aircraft beside him.

"You told me before that Sparta needs its own space fleet to defend space, and this is one of the first batch of finished products. Our scientists are not good at military industry, but after so many years of hard work, the miniaturized spacecraft has finally You can jump into space and go on long voyages."

"So you drove it alone and made hundreds of jumps to reach the earth, just to show me your toy?" Su Ming pouted, this is not what a king should do: "Okay The news is that you don’t have a lot of internal bleeding, and your new protective clothing is of good quality. The bad news is that all your limbs are severed, and you need to train for at least thirty Earth rotation cycles, which may be an overestimation of the Spartan physique."

Jason smiled. He looked much more mature than the last time they met, probably because he had a beard.

"You are our Spartan benefactor. Now that you are able, as an equal diplomatic relationship, you have visited us before. Of course I need to return."

"Ah, that's true. A return visit from the head of state is very good for diplomacy, but I am not the head of the earth."

Su Ming looked around and found no suitable place, so he could only drag Jason and place him on the ridge of the field.

Jason raised his head with a black question mark expression on his face: "What? Aren't you?"

"I didn't say I was, right? I only said I was the Supreme Mage, but the Supreme Mage is not the ruler of the earth." Su Ming spread his hands, took out a cigarette, stuffed it into Jason's mouth, and gave it to him After lighting the fire, he signaled for a few sips of pain relief.

Deathstroke himself had never needed anything like morphine, so naturally he didn't carry it with him.

"Who is the head of the earth?" Jason looked confused.

Su Ming squatted beside him like an old farmer, lit one himself, and gently blew out a smoke ring: "Without a head of state, the earth does not have a unified political system, which is why many alien forces think that we are backward. "

"Hiss..." Jason wanted to sit up excitedly, but his physical condition did not allow it, so he just moved in vain: "But you clearly have the ability to unify the planet, why don't you do it?"

"Simple, because it is more convenient to manipulate behind the scenes." Su Ming answered him with a smile: "Humanity is still a race controlled by the means of production. Why should I choose laborious means when I can get things through trade?"

Jason lay down, and the smell of plants in the field came along with the burnt smell in the air, and he understood.

"The manipulator behind the scenes? There is no difference from the head of state, that's good."

"It seems that you have other things to do. I guess you want to sell this aircraft to me?" Su Ming pointed to the pile of ruins, which seemed to be scrapped.

Jason had nothing to shy away from. He had seen Deathstroke in his own planet and country at its worst, and he admitted it generously.

"Yes, we will export this space fighter to you in exchange for raw materials and technology to support scientists' subsequent experiments and develop a real warship."

Su Ming originally wanted to shake hands with him, but he decided not to touch the wounded man any more: "Deal, if you don't come to sell this fighter plane, I originally planned to go to Xandar soon to buy the standard aircraft of their Nova Corps."

"Ah? Did you agree so easily? I thought we still needed to negotiate or something." Jason was speechless. The manager said a lot before he went out: "Then my mission is completed, what next?"

"What's there to talk about? When the transaction is agreed upon, the specific bargaining matters will naturally be done by the people below." Su Ming dug the ant holes on the field ridge with his fingers: "Actually, you can just send a remote message to say so, or call someone It’s okay to go to Vanaheim to deliver the goods to you, there’s no need to be a test pilot.”

The Supreme Mage sighed, looking at the fighter plane turned into a pile of scrap metal, feeling a little pity.

When it came to the plane crash, Jason remembered: "No, it's not that there is a problem with our fighter planes, it's that the traffic environment in your solar system is too bad. Do you know that there are Skrull battleships in orbit outside the solar system?"

"I know, the Skrull Seventh Fleet occasionally passes by the edge of the solar system. I also know that there is a Skrull outpost under the ice and snow of Pluto, but they don't dare to get close to the earth, right? I deliberately kept them fishing."

Su Ming answered very calmly, as if he was saying that he knew there were cockroaches in his house.

"I flew a fighter jet to the edge of the solar system, and then I was going to send you a note and apply for it according to the diplomatic regulations. Then I saw Skrull's battleship exploded in the distance, and an escape capsule broke away from the battleship and flew towards the sun. .”

"So? The Skrulls, Kree, and Shi'ar are all the same thing, space invaders. I don't think you are planning to use a small plane to save people, are you?"

Su Ming raised an eyebrow and asked quietly.

Jason showed an awkward smile, and he really did this: "Well, in short, I let the fighter plane catch up with the rapidly falling escape capsule, and then prepared to help it slow down. No matter who was inside, I couldn't look at it. Just as it falls into the sun, right?"

"I guess there was an accident."

"Yes, around the earth's orbit, the escape capsule disintegrated twice and collided with my fighter plane, so we all lost control. During the crash, I saw a man wearing a Kree uniform falling out of the escape capsule. woman, she also fell into the earth."

After Jason finished speaking, he looked at Deathstroke helplessly, as if he expected his discovery to make up for his mistakes. He didn't mean to enter the earth without saying a word. This was not smuggling.

But after hearing what he said, Deathstroke just looked at the sky calmly and smoked: "Kree green military uniform? Woman? Is her face very square?"

"No, not at all square, White Cree, and by Spartan standards she appears to be beautiful."

Jason shook his head and denied Deathstroke's statement. To be honest, he didn't know who Deathstroke was thinking of, but the female Cree he saw was not square at all.